Sacred self………

troubled sky’s in a  forsaken world of misfits and stormy clouds pined down by this blanket of shadows with a devilishly  grim fate the smirks of under cover enemies staring at me so lifelessly as if they can see my troublesome soul alleys of broken glass comfort me. as if maybe I can hide myself under the black of night commotions startle me  from and upper room the howling screams of someone’s painful fate. As I walk through the alleyways of broken glass I cant help but to think someone is watching me maybe because of the eerie sounds of rusty chains swaying from side to side with every couple of seconds a clink,clink I started to move more rapidly. As my heart beats vigorously I’m now drenched by my on perspiration. fearful of  my own sudden death out of the corners of my eyes I see a figure so vivid  and clear stocking me like late night prey could it be the fifth I Had of that good old Johnny walker playing tricks on me one to many drinks I guess or is this real it  was not up for debate. As I turn the corner and walked through the puddles of muddy waters I remembered my pocket knife and I though I’m going to Kill this mother Fucker. being that I’ve never killed anyone before I shook nervously like a leaf on a tree. joyful for a dark opening I entered and waited to confront my fate. as I Stood there my life flashed before me instantly  I can see all that I’ve done wrong painfully awaken by a harsh reality I can now see myself an arrogant self-centered cheating bastard that’s not even worth the air I breath. And then I heard a splash could this be my last day on this crummy earth with my sweaty palms I held on to the only defense that I  had my lonely pocket knife ready to drive the blade inside of a juggler  I anticipated a bloody fight. footsteps of my would be murderer sounded like they were getting closer to where I stood scared to pieces I boldly peeked An saw nothing but the cold stare of my shadow reflected by and alley light Damn. Could it be that I’m delirious Spooked for all this time by the Demons inside of me In that dark corner I vowed to change my life if I could just get out of this Alive. Many nights I wrestle with my sacred self. knowing that for every action there’s a reaction when it comes to the matter of self knowing this I often live out of a bottle hoping that it could drown my weary sorrows to conquer self and do away with ego in a world of troubled sky’s a storm is coming full of lighting and shadow clouds would I have the strength to travel the alleyways of broken glass to find a place to embrace my holy sacred self out of this rain…………..D.D Kirkland  BE SURE TOO CHECK OUT MY OTHER BLOG ON THE RIGHT THE DD.KIRKLAND THEORY THANKS

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Tend to your own backyard….

Better is he that give from his hold heart blindly but not foolishly charity from a giver who thinks less of you and gives out of pity is this charity or just the mindset of the rich. Giving is more than feeling sorry for a person or cause giving is heart-felt and selfless with no respect of persons race religion or creed. How can you give to the rich and shameless and it’s people starving in your own backyard. How can you even talk about humanity or even call yourself a humanitarian on a flight across the world when its little boys and girls in your own backyard. That the community has forgotten about. How can this be the land of the free when everything is taxable before Obama we had money for wars and still couldn’t feed poor why because America couldn’t mind its own business always putting their two cents in and got the nerves to call Israel a friend.that’s just a political mess to send are solders to their deaths all because they could not see it or they just didn’t care what go on in their own backyard. D.D KIrkland

Manifesto of truth

This is my manifesto of truth no matter how hard it may be I will tell the truth in words an deeds I will pick out the weeds in my perfectly groomed lawn I shall sing praises to the coming Dawn this is my manifesto of truth I will pull words out of my word well I would get back up even if I Fell oh how beautiful is the ever so underlying truth. That’s lets me bury the hatchet and hang lie’s in a noose if you always try forget you’ll never grow from the past so live life everyday as if it’s your last don’t be mad this is my manifesto of truth because I’m the maker the owner the very cream of my enter earth if you can’t deal with you it want work this is my manifesto of truth and sometime’s it feels like my well then ran dry so  I often  close my eyes and inhale and exhale a new light that’s shimmering so bright it takes meditation to see yourself through this looking-glass. a self-reflection can be very hard you may cry enough  tears to fill up the boulevard in your own manifesto of truth it might send you through the roof but it would still be the truth manifested from the inside out  that’s why I’ll send you my undying peace and love on the wings of  a Reiki Dove healing from the lie’s healing for dealing with the truth about yourself you never really needed a book all you needed was self………..DD.Kirkland

Title-less

I’ve had a dream that I woke up and the hold room was filled with smoke and out of the gloominess something spoke Oh reluctant one why are you still keeping me bottled up inside let the world know it is you that has the voice Ive giving you to speak and let your words be as the sky long and blue never-ending like  the  shadows where you can not see the start nor the beginning the multiplicity of Drops raining down on a cruel world for you are the hand of the weak the hand of the faint at heart now let me guide you into this marvelous dark matter that scatters through the universe at warp speed every part of humanity is energy so how can we be defined we are title-less full of Energy body and mind so behold if it was not for you our story would never be told. So be bold I am title-less,nameless faceless an outline just as a silhouette I reside between here and there in a world similar to a hologram tell me who do they say I am how can they call me any earthly names when I am unknown anonymous to mankind I am title-less……..DD.Kirkland

Energy theifs

Energy is very important people we are all full of energy that can be effected by other people with lower vibrations. So if your around the ones whose energy is bad you can suffer it’s just like a thief who stills your joy or a vampire who sucks the substance right out of you I’ve experienced that recently so beware of the energy thief’s who rally to drain you some don’t even know that they are a thief but the good news is that we can get it back by boosting are vibrations. And knowing that we are who we be around in a nutshell so anything that is negative whether uttered or none spoken can manifest itself in a great way in your life even if your awake you ever heard of the saying birds of the same feathers flock together.it’s so true their views and procrastination can influence you even if you’re a no bull shit type of person I am so glad I’ve found my strength again to do what I love because it takes pressure to make a diamond and without it all would be lost. So protect your energy by protecting who you are around………..D.D Kirkland

THE VESSEL………

words pour out like rain clouds out into the distances onto would be worshipers drizzling them with word drops from my many fountains of celestial waterholes from within could it be im drowning in a bottomless sea vessel just as a figment of marvelous word art and poetic fondness. for with words I’ve been secluded wrapped up in my own solitude with no one lost in my own matrixes a labyrinth of shadow clouds passed down from one poet to the next they are within me blended until  bliss I close my eyes and download the list for I am great like my brother keepers that have met the grand reaper in death but there words was left lost in the troublesome waters no longer able to confess they are tied to me  I can see their mountains of words layered away for me intertwined with mine remarkably Divine how ever when the weather is uncertain and the mighty wind blows through my curtains they call out to me begging  in competition for me to write them down saying you are the vessel SPEAK NOW so like a puppet is to the puppet master I willingly write them down and it becomes me my words become theres giving them a voice in this life and on to the next for I Have eaten with the multitude tasted the words of brilliant minds but my demons and I still quarrel within the bone yard of flesh-eating parasites over words I am the vessel the mouthpiece of the voiceless the sanctuary for the restless and faint at heart I am the vessel……………….SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!!!!!!……….D.D Kirkland